Weird behaviors or not?

The world is an interesting place. Every person brought up with different values. The beauty of diversity is that it eliminates boredom. A wise old person once said you have to eat food made by someone different from your mother. Reason being that if, you do not, then you will always think that, the food that your mom cooks is the best.  The weekend that ended, I got to talking to this Lady that I have been seeing around in a place that I go to volunteer.

We were actually talking about how other people’s opinion influence our day. She actually laughed and told me that it does not bother her one bit. Other people doings do not feature in her day. If someone accuses her of doing something that she has not done, she does not bother to defend herself. She told me of two cases that happened to her when she was growing up that surprised me.

The first one is about her siblings. It was a wet weekend so they decided to sit in the kitchen and make some pancakes. After the pancakes were ready, as a joke, the brother said they grab them and see who will get the most. Being the youngest sibling, she did not get any.  The older sister and brother ate them. What you would expect from a child is for her to have cried and reported to the mother. She quietly went to the cabinet, got a knife, and stabbed her sister on the arm. Her sister started crying and had to be taken to the hospital. What got to me was the fact that she started laughing when she saw the blood dripping.

The second case is when her mother accused her of eating the sugar in the dish. She did not say that it was her brother. The mother got so annoyed that she got two sugar canes and beat the daylights out of her. She stood there and asked her if she had finished beating her. I cannot imagine her mother’s reaction to her child asking her if she was done beating her. She did not shed a single tear. 

After that episode, she ran away from home for two weeks. She did not go to school, where was she? She was living on top of a tree in their compound. She would come down at night, steal food, and then go sleep on the tree. She was not frightened of the dark or any wild animals. She would roam around the neighborhood waiting for her mom to go to sleep.

Her temper gets the best of her in the things other people find trivial, she has broken her TV and hit her kid with a cup on the head.

What provokes you to anger? Moreover, how quickly does it come upon you?